Sexual Disgrace 7

This session was rough. I couldn't believe it could be. The last time my Master had me in his grip, I left tired and weak, weary from all the orgasms he made me have. I've never screamed so much. This time I couldn't scream at all. I can't resist my Master's need to bind my wrists with stiff leather straps, chained to posts pulling my arms apart. He also chains my ankles to the floor. How does he know I love this? I enjoy when he grabs my hair and makes me take his dick deep down my throat. He doesn't care if I gag. He keeps shoving it as far as he can, smacking the back of my head to go further down my neck. I will take it all, as long as he wants. Of course, he also likes to stand me up, bend me over and pound my pussy in. Even though he scared me, I wanted to serve my new Master. He promised he'd make me the best sex slave with his effective training. He left me in the perfect position for what he had in mind: my neck and wrists collared to a post, my ass poked out for him easy access. I couldn't pull away no matter how hard I tried. He wanted to test how well I can actually deep throat a horse cock like his. He wasted no time, shoving his dick all the way down my throat to his balls.